"Exactly, it's the River of Forgetfulness!" Lonemoon nodded hard, then pointed to those pictures and said, "This small actually has no sub section of the River of Forgetfulness at all, as if it was completely isolated."
Yi Qing was shocked. He opened up assistant authority and looked carefully at the scene, but saw that there was no change to the scene at all. Though the earth was covered with greenery, underneath it there was not a bit of the aura of the River of Forgetfulness.
"Why would it be so?" When apparently there were so many people living in the small world?
"That's not all." Lonemoon waved a hand over that octagonal bronze mirror, and the scene in front of him enlarged instantly. The human figures who were at first only the sizes of ants appeared in front of his eyes clearly. Sounds of a conversation came out.
This was a mortal city. Father Niu's avatar seemed to be sitting at a wine house. The waiter was recommending good vintage beside him.
